LIVING IN THE STATE OF DREAMING | high school au

[Feyre]

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You'd think that three weeks of high school would have already managed to crush Feyre's spirit, reducing her to another teenager merely making it through the year with grandeur dreams of summer and vacation on their mind. She had been warned by everyone that she'd hate public school, that it wasn't anything like the school for magical children that she had attended up until this year, the school that she had begged to get away from so that she might live like a normal girl who simply possessed the uncanny ability to set things on fire. Much to the shock of her family, she rejoiced in the atmosphere of this school though, excelling at her classes and, so far, keeping her special abilities to herself.

Sometimes the earth still trembled underfoot, the air sparking and crackling around her when she grew particularly excited over something, but she always managed to keep herself together. One instance of her stepping out of line and the witches vowed to toss her back into that magical school so she could continue her proper training. She wasn't going to give up this rare slice of freedom, not after she had worked so hard to gain it.

Presently, Feyre was at her locker, retrieving books for her next class and trying to catch the attention of someone, anyone who could provide her entertainment. She was considered a freshman and was given classes according to that standing, but to the young witch, they were far too easy or boring or both. She so desperately desired something (or somebody) interesting to make the academic aspect of public school a little more bearable.

Leaning against the cool metal of her locker, Feyre would emit a faint sigh. It still felt weird being here, learning here, but that was okay. She was happy and free- that was all she needed to be.